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[This wasn't his bedroom. It wasn't even a place Jaune recognized, and he found himself hugging his arms against his chest to try and stay warm. How had he ended up here? The last thing he remembered was a feeling of exhaustion and then walking into an unfamiliar place. The details were fuzzy, but now that he was here, every detail stood out to him vibrantly. Sometimes, he had wondered about castles, and how people wealthy enough to have them lived. There was something impersonal about it, but the door that stood in front of him felt like a beacon. Without knocking, he entered the room. He didn't immediately figure out what they were doing, but her voice and silhouette put all the pieces in place.]

I'm not...

[He understood now. Could Weiss see his figure? Probably not. He started to circle around it to where she was, feeling a mix of nerves and something stronger as he approached her.]

Jaune?

[ There was clearly surprise in her voice, a strange hint of concern. She'd had dreams where she was back in Atlas before, those in which she thought someone she knew would show up. Part of her instincts told her not to look around the screen. Whenever she looked in this place, the voice would disappear. Whenever she saw someone, they were always too far away and when she chased them they would have disappeared by the time she cornered them in a room.

Maybe she was free in Genessia but it didn't mean she didn't still dream about what would happen if she ever lost the ability to stay.

But what was Jaune doing here? He sounded so close. She turned to look at him through the screen, but it was only a vague shadow cast from the windows' light. He was coming toward the end of the screen. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop. That if he turned the corner, he would disappear, and she'd be alone again so he should just stay there and talk to her. So when he actually turned the corner and was still there, the expression on Weiss's face didn't even register that she was only wearing a cadet blue lace bra and panties yet, it was just surprise and relief that he was actually there. Maybe this wasn't another nightmare. It already seemed to get slightly warmer in the room- it was still cold, but nowhere near that isolating frost that it had started as.

Even if the dream was home, in Atlas, her memories of Jaune in Genessia were more than in tact. How was it that he had been there for her there and now he kept his promise not to leave her alone here too? ]

You came to Atlas for me? [ Nevermind that it didn't make sense that he wouldn't be able to get past the front door in reality- it was a dream, that was inconsequential so Weiss didn't even think about it. ] ..What are you wearing? You're going to freeze to death in that.

Edited 2016-10-27 23:08 (UTC)

Weis--

[Jaune had been planning to say something. He was sure he had intended to use words somehow. That particular ability was lost when reality...dream reality? proved to be better than anything he had ever dreamed.

He knew he was staring. His body felt tense, and even though the surrounding walls were cold, he felt warmer, more right than he ever had. But he knew it was just in the right direction. He craved more, and that kind of scared him.

Mostly, right now he was too distracted by what he had seen. Elegant, girly. They probably held up in a fight. He knew this was just a dream to her, but to him it felt real.]

I... [Is that what she thought? He felt a pang and nodded. If he knew where she was, he would find a way to help her escape. After everything they had all been through, he couldn't just let her stay isolated. Not when he doubted she wanted to be stuck in Atlas. He nodded firmly, suddenly confident in his decision.] I did. In what? [He finally glanced down.] My onesie? It's comfortable. And insulated!

[ She smiles when he says yes. He came for her. Even in this huge house that could barely be called a home, the place that she spent so much time fighting to escape, fighting to find her own way and find out who she was outside of her father's will, someone could reach her. Someone tried. Jaune tried.

He always tried when it came to her. Even if he didn't always succeed, he always tried. He always had her back. And judging by the way he was looking at her, he still hadn't gotten over his attraction as much as they both claimed they were friends now. Weiss stepped toward him, hanging the dress she was supposed to change into over the side of the screen. ]

You never let anyone tell you to be anyone other than yourself. I can respect that, even if I disagree with your fashion senses.

[His face lights up when she smiles. He feels like he doesn't see it often anymore. He doesn't expect her to, it's just nice to see. It also gives him a boost of confidence in this situation, welcome and confusing as it is. He hadn't gotten over his attraction. He thought he had; he had made the effort because he wanted to know her. He wanted her to be happy and he found he liked being friends with her. Now that all the feelings he hadn't been acknowledging were resurfacing it left him with a dizzying amount of conflicting emotions he briefly forgot to react on.

They had come a long way from waking up in his bed together and panicking.]

Everyone should be themselves. And be open about...stuff. And people who are important to them, but not in the same way other people are. But at the same time it is the same, y'know and just-- I like being in this cold room if you're here. That's fine, I don't disagree with yours. I mean. You look really nice.

[ She looks down, seeming to only just then remember she was in her undergarments. A little blush pulls to her cheeks but she doesn't tell him to leave or anything. ]

It's just.. refreshing. [ Considering that she doesn't have the freedom to do the same at home. Weiss steps closer, standing only a few inches from Jaune and staring up at him. ] It's pretty warm in here for Atlas.

[His nervous rambling dies down and he relaxes, just the smallest bit when she doesn't yell at him.]

Ah, yeah. [He assumes it's like the girl equivalent to him being able to eat while in his underwear. Which didn't happen often but he enjoyed it when he got to. This is even bet--

She's standing very close to him now. He's so used to feeling cold, numb, that the pinpricks of heat are even more intense than they normally would be. He feels a flood of warmth, yearning, closing most of the distance left and staring at her wordlessly.

He needs to make up his mind, and take action for once.]

I think that's because we're together. [He tries taking her hand, his own a little tense with nerves. He isn't rushing into it; the last thing he wants to do is screw up or misread her actions.] I'm glad we can be somewhere.

[ Weiss's eyes turn down to their hands. She doesn't pull away, but some part of her is hesitant. The windows start to frost over in the background, the clear sunlight reflecting off the snow no longer making it into the room as easily. It's not Jaune's fault. Her subconscious knows too well that every person she's gotten close to has been taken away in one form or the other. Every little ounce of fear tends to turn even the best of her dreams to nightmares nowadays.

The candle that had backlit her screen was flickering, barely staying lit as a chill cooler than the last seemed to fill the room. She doesn't seem to notice, her eyes still trained on their hands as her brows furrow just slightly into an apprehensive expression. The clear trepidation doesn't fade even when she turns her eyes back to Jaune's face. ]

Can we?

[ Her hands squeeze Jaune's slightly, as if she doesn't want to let go even if she isn't sure she believes she can hold on. ]

[Being able to exist in other people's dreams gives Jaune an interesting perspective because even if it's their mindscape, this feels like his realm. It isn't difficult for him to imagine Weiss is closing herself off after everyone and everything she has lost. She might be accustomed to the cold, but he isn't. Even with his abilities, he's sensitive to it and starts shivering a little.]

Let me prove it to you. [Her hand makes him feel warmer and he uses his free arm to try encircling around her waist and bring her closer.

He was worried, that being this way would make him unable to determined if what he felt was because of what he had felt all along, or another side-effect from growing wings. But he knew wanting to be with her, fight and not let the same things keep happening so she wouldn't be so scared was something he had always felt. He just normally ignored it, too focused on his own demons and not ruining what they already had.]

[ Jaune felt warm against her skin. That was the first things he noticed after he grabbed her. The second was that really, he probably wasn't that warm to begin with. It was probably simply that she was cold. Colder than she should have been- more ice queen than she really was in reality. But as he held her and professed to prove it the candle stopped flickering behind them, a steady flame once more.

It took her a few seconds to respond, but even if the windows didn't quite stop frosting over, Weiss wrapped her arms around Jaune's waist, her hands gently brushing up the back of his shirt as she hugged him closely. Even with her bra in the way, he could likely feel the tops of her breast pressing against his chest, the almost shocking hot breath pouring out between her lips against the fabric of his onesie. ]

I trust you, Jaune.

[Jaune would have argued Weiss was a snow angel rather than ice queen. Her touch had a chill to it but it was soft, and he yearned for more, for there to be no barrier between them as--

Oh.

Oh wait. Her girlchest...her breasts were on his onesie and it felt really good and he wanted to feel more of it and he might have made a small noise that sounded like a whimper-slash-giggle that he desperately tried to conceal because when did she get this hot she was just freezing windows a minute ago.]

Uhm. I don't. I mean, I do. I mean-- [She would look cute in his onesie...with part of it open so he could see. Why were their heights so compatible, giving him the perfect vantage point to look down at her cleavage? He suddenly felt very warm, and he needed a release.]

I trust you too. Let's do this. [But that would involve moving into the startlingly cold air and what if that messed him up so he kind of kept Weiss hugged to himself, leading her to her bed.]

Edited 2016-11-06 08:53 (UTC)

[ Jaune, you're adorable and obviously a virgin but Weiss can walk just fine on her own- better than when she's having to waddle like a penguin to move with Jaune. She reached up to grab his arms with a little eye roll, prying them off of her but instead holding his hands to lead him to the bed, right up until her knees hit the mattress.

At that point, she let go of his hands and let herself fall onto the bed. Her hair splayed out beneath her and she reached up for Jaune's hands. If he takes them again she'll try to pull him down slowly on top of her. Whether he goes or not, he's going to be able to see her breasts peeking out above her bra with the shift in gravity, pale pink nipples barely visible above the fabric. ]

Don't worry Jaune. No one will come in this room except Klein, and he seemed pretty sleepy before so he won't return for a long time. It's just the two of us. Take your time if you need to.

[ It's not meant as a dig, it's just. Weiss's way of trying to be comforting and probably failing by implying that he probably won't need to take his time. ]

[There's a nervous giggle as he silently hopes Weiss hasn't lost her patience with him yet. It's embarrassing, but he's grateful.

Grateful and anxious as hell. She even manages to fall gracefully. He isn't sure if he's nervous for her or his dignity because Weiss is such a classy woman and every movement feels deliberate but natural. He takes her hands, her palms soft and engulfed in his, lowering himself on top of her and promptly enthralled by the sight. He's more than just enthralled though, shifting his position a little to try and make himself comfortable. Yeah. That didn't work.

Weiss might see the bulge in his onesie where there wasn't a noticeable one before. His face already has a light pink tint to it as his blood rushes and he glances away from her breasts to get a read on her expression.]

Oh. Yeah. Good to...good to know.

[It's good to know Weiss' assumed dream butler(?) won't be coming in and making this a nightmare.

Leaning down until they are separated by mere centimeters, he tilts his head, staring at her soft, petal pink lips...and that's when he picks up on the unintended implication.]

Wait, what?

[ As far as Weiss's patience went, there were some things she had more patience for than others. So far, Jaune hadn't done anything to really try hers, but when it came to this.. he might not dislike her form of impatience, he just might not be used to the idea of Weiss taking the lead here.

He'd see the first bit of it in just a moment as Weiss leaned up off of the bed once he answered his question, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then to his lips after she closed the final distance. She put one hand down on the bed to support herself, holding onto Jaune's so that their hands stayed together even as she pulled back to look him in the eyes. ]

Jaune, you're very obviously inexperienced and I'm, well, not. It isn't something to be ashamed about, I'm just... prepared for the possibility that you're going to finish before I do.

[ That's the nicest way she can think of to put it. She was just going to leave it at that until he'd asked. ]

I fully expect you to remedy that if it happens, so don't think I mean it badly. I know you're not going to leave me disappointed; you're too good of a person for that.

[He glanced down, staring and taken by surprise when Weiss closed the rest of the distance. It felt like he melted right then and there, his eyes lightning blue and lingering on hers. It was cold, but he probably was radiating enough body heat for both of them right now. He moved his free hand around her back, his thoughts muddled and playing catch-up because this was literally a dream come true but there were some complications he hadn't prepared for.]

Wow. Uhm. Thanks for...thanks for the peptalk.

[He wasn't upset, but it's clear he isn't sure how to interpret that. She's not wrong and internally he starts to dread the moment when he'll inevitable disappoint her. At least she'd be honest and wouldn't leave him guessing.

Right. At least there was that...]

This is just as much for you as it is for me. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it.

Jaune.

[ It was obvious he was starting to get in his own head. Or Weiss's words were at least. It would've happened whether she'd told him not to worry about it or if she's been honest with him either way, but there was one very easy way to hopefully get his mind off of his tendency to perform less than admirably the first few times he does most things. Weiss moves her hand to his shoulder and, for such a lithe figure, makes quick work of shoving him off of her and rolling on top. ]

I already told you that you're not going to leave me disappointed. You're here and honestly? That's all that matters to me.

[ She leaned down and kissed him, this one much more passionately than the first. This one was definitely Weiss's clearer attempt to get him out of his own head, but more than that? She's using the opportunity to undo the clasp of her bra so that when she pulls back, she can slap the straps off of her shoulders and give Jaune the first view of breasts he's probably ever had that didn't involve screaming for him to get out of his sister's room. ]

Weiss?

[He was stuck in his own head until his world started spinning, breath literally knocked out of him as he stared up into arctic blue eyes. He felt like he just learned something that turned him on.]

It matters because I'm here or it matters because I'm he--

[It was certainly working. He froze up, before yielding, kissing her softly in return. He gasped for air as if they had been kissing for minutes, his cheeks pink and quickly reddening when her breasts came into view.

He didn't have to use his imagination anymore.

He blinked intelligently a few times, open-mouthed and articulate as ever. Even in a dream, he managed to be an idiot. But Weiss didn't seem to mind. Sometimes it was easier and better to show with actions, so he started to unzip his onesie and pulled her back down to kiss her feverishly, skin making contact with skin.]

[ Almost as if she couldn't take it anymore once she'd heard the zipper, Weiss's hands moved inside of the fabric, She didn't wait for him to finish unzipping before her hands, much warmer now than they had been, dipped beneath the blue onesie to touch his flesh. Her fingers were delicate, well cared for, and even the areas where there was clearly thicker skin from her use of the sword felt soft, not rough. Her slender fingers traced over his pectorals, then down to his obliques.

It was as if she were pawing at him just to get closer, and the same want, no, necessity was apparent in her lips as well. The first held passion, but she had been distracted- it had had a purpose. This second one that Jaune had pulled her into seemed more hungry, like she needed to be close to him or she wouldn't be able to stand it. Even when she broke for air, the hot puffs came out between kisses that she had started pressing down his chin, then neck, then collar bone. ]

Your onesie is actually kind of warm. I suppose if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you keep it on. I wouldn't want you to get cold.

[ Yep. That's right. She's going to let this happen while Jaune is wearing his onesie. ]

[The softness of her fingers tracing against his skin elicited a sharp gasp, his hands grasping onto her shoulderblades. He had definitely built more muscle over the past several months, thanks to relentless training and probably another growth spurt. Each kiss made it harder as he explored the hollow of her neck, a hand going to her side and up to cup her breast. Everything was warm and dizzying and he didn't find it as difficult to adjust his position to hers. He didn't want her to pull away.

It was the onesie comment that sent him over the edge though along with a strong and somewhat uncomfortable pressure and need to deal with it.]

Y-You're serious? I promise, I won't. How would they find out? Weiss-- [He's trying so hard.] I don't know if I can...if my Aura will last as long in battle as yours.

[ She assumes he probably has some male friend to talk to about things. While she may not divulge incredibly intimate details anymore, she's been known to gossip a little bit with at least one of her close friends. Though that changed after that close friend disappeared and reappeared again she hadn't bothered. But she doesn't share that, since she's a little immediately distracted by his statement. It takes her a second to process it, to the point that she's giving him a confused look and just kind of staring while trying to figure it out with her hand just shy of touching his arousal. Once she figures it out she has an expression of realization, her mouth going into an 'oh.' She decides that now probably isn't the best time to share that that's the weirdest show-stopper she's ever encountered in the bedroom and she had to explain contraception once. ]

I already told you it's fine. You can use your mouth on me afterward.

[ She reaches down and grasps him, pumping once but immediately pulling back to look up at him again. While he may be disappointed she stopped, it's for a very good reason. ]

Do you want to put it inside of me?

[The only ones he has to talk to about things are his tears. Though he was given some good advice and it isn't as if he can't ask questions. He stares at her anxiously, impatience in his eyes; it's probably fortunate she didn't mention how weird it was. He was too focused on his current distraction to freak out right now, but it could just as easily go in a different direction ending in disappointment and unfulfilled desires.]

I don't think kissing is really going to make up for--oh. Ohhh. You mean the other thing.

[He makes a low noise and shuts his eyes, inhaling deeply, nearly whimpering and looking at her sadly when she stops.

Not trusting himself to make words right now, he nods very stiffly.]

Edited 2016-11-17 08:36 (UTC)

Yes I mean the other thing.

[ fortunately, dream logic dictates that Weiss isn't worried about protection or consequences. The only thing that matters right now is Jaune and herself in this moment. Then he nods and Weiss pulls his onesie down to take his cock out, stroking it twice before moving to position herself over him, just teasing the tip with her lips. ]

Ready?

C-can do. That sounds fun is it--

[Nevermind about words. Or the fact that neither of them mention protection. He probably has an "oh shit" moment before he remembers this is a dream, but all of it feels so real to him. A jolt of energy courses through him, the action somehow invigorating him as if a cloud just lifted from his mind. He's in mid-nod when he becomes all too aware of what is about to happen.

It's everything he'd want but it's not...it's a dream. It might seem real to him now, but once this whole thing that happened is over, he just doesn't know if it's the first time he's been waiting for. He screeches and falls off the bed somehow, onesie still open and exposed, blood pumping as anxiety and dread sets in. There's a look of utter terror when he realizes how bad he just fucked up.]

Weiss, I-- I'm sorry, I... I just...Idon'tknowI'msorryImessedup I need to go I'll be right back bye!

[He just...edges away, trying to leave when he realizes how did he even end up here to begin with?]

[ It happened too quickly. Honestly, she wasn't sure what had happened except that she was suddenly on her back on the bed, Jaune was running in terror. She didn't know this was a dream- she didn't know Jaune was just panicking. Honestly, it felt like he was just abandoning her because she had scared him off. It was a ridiculous reversal, one that left Weiss feeling rather lost. She watched him as he all but ran away from her, a deep breath and a hard swallow following before she just allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, folding her arms over her face. Being left alone was one thing, being left alone in a situation where, despite her forward actions, was something of a vulnerability given her past couple relationships.. it was hard to shrug off the feelings of humiliation and doubt.

This dream seemed like it would end just like all the others, but worse. And she still ended up alone. Jaune might notice that it gets much, much colder than when it'd started for a few seconds but the whole thing is jarring enough that Weiss actually wakes up, so Jaune will likely find himself out of there much more quickly than he had intended. ]

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